Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.